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Pinch!

Quill's hips rocketed forward at the sudden bite on his butt. Just a tiny nip, a twinge, barely enough to hurt, but more than enough to scare the bejeezus out of him. He swung around to see the cheeky smirk of Gabe, his delinquent boyfriend. Much taller than Quill, he looked down at him through a veil of blonde bangs.

Quill just stared at him back, mouth hung open silently. "Did..." Quill started. "What did you just do?"

"I believe I pinched your ass," Gabe said matter-of-factly.

"Uh, yeah. I noticed that." Quill slid one paw over the afflicted buttock. The part of it Gabe had pinched still rang.

"Then why'd you ask?"

"What I meant to ask was why you pinched it." He had to keep his voice down. They were at the mall, in the very center where the sunroof highlighted their debauchery. Only a few folk walked by them, far too many for Quill to be comfortable with.

"Sorry, but your ass has been asking for it all day. You really think you'd get away with an outfit like that?"

Quill looked down at himself. Strung around his supple hips was a skimpy pair of rainbow-colored booty shorts, something that he'd wear to a rave. Its showy, reflective material glimmered in the mall light while the legs just barely covered the very top sliver of his thighs. The seat was dug into his crack, leaving none of his haunches' shape to the imagination. What lay beneath was evident too thanks to the thin, black fishnets that sank into the flesh of one leg all the way down to the ankle. A matching black top was cropped to reveal his tummy.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, OK, so what I got on might be a little revealing."

"A little? You're just short of ass naked."

"Even if I was, that doesn't give you the right to pinch my butt," Quill said with an indignant flick of his cat tail.

Gabe scoffed. "If you were naked I'd fuck you."

He said that a little too loudly for Quill's taste. He snapped a finger to his lips and hushed him venomously. "Shhhhhh! You fucking idiot!" A quick scan around them showed nobody close enough to have heard, but he sure as fuck wasn't about to risk it again. "Don't say shit like that."

"Then don't wear slutty clothes like that. I've been watching you juggle those cheeks in my face all damn day, now you got me feeling some type of way and I wanna do something about it."

Quill gave him an ugly sneer. "Do something about it yourself, you perv."

"Mmmmm, I dunno. I think it'd be more fun if I did it with you."

"Well then you're just going to have to wait."

"Wait?"

"Yes," Quill said firmly. "Until we get home."

Gabe grew serious. "I don't think you understand. When I say you've got me feeling a type of way..." Gabe lifted the front of his hoodie. "I mean it."

To Quill's horror he saw the familiar outline of Gabe's cock pressed into the fabric of his shirt and sweatpants. Everything Gabe wore was loose and airy, a necessity given the volume his fat horse cock took up between his legs. Swollen like a sprained ankle, his nuts hung in their pouch like cannonballs, filling out the entirety of his cup space. When sheathed it was manageable, but with the onset of an erection there was little hope of concealing his arousal. His monument of a pecker would slink out of his sheath, its leathery chocolate skin tangled in veins from hilt to head. That flat, broad helmet would flare, bleeding a pompous aroma of potent man stink. Currently he was at full staff, kept hidden only by the bulging fabric of his white T-shirt.

Quill grabbed his hoodie and tore it back down. "Are you out of your mind!?" His voice was at a low hiss. Blood was rushing into his face, turning his cheeks into a pair of blurry apples.

Gabe just chuckled. "What? I can't help it."

"You can at least keep your hoodie down over it!"

"And you can at least wear proper clothing. It's not fair when you've got that whole-ass wagon bouncing around the place. Why can't I bust out the ol' spear?"

The image of Gabe wandering about the mall, totally nude, his terrific stature highlighted by the pendulous swing of his obese member, dropped in his mind without welcome. He felt a twinge of arousal inside his own underwear. "'Cause it'll get us in trouble." He let go of Gabe's hoodie, then spoke to him in what he hoped was a menacing growl. "Now stop being a fucking horndog and keep that thing under wraps."

"Your tail is flicking."

Quill's attempt at authority vanished. "Huh?"

"Your tail. It's flicking behind you like crazy."

So it was. Quill could feel it swaying behind him through the air gaily, cocked upwards at an excited angle. The green furs stood on ends in a terrific fluff as they did across the rest of his body. Quill stood upright, though he could not hope to keep his excitement inconspicuous.

"Yeah, so?" he demanded.

"So, I think you're getting worked up like me."

That much Quill couldn't deny. His face was on fire and his pecker was pushing into his underwear. Most damning was his tail, a tell that robbed him of any potential at the poker table. "Not my fault you whipped your dick out."

"And it isn't my fault your ass is out. Besides, I haven't whipped anything out." Gabe leaned towards him. His voice grew hushed. "Unless you want me to."

Quill gulped. "You wouldn't dare."

"No, I wouldn't." He turned to his left to look over at the center rest area. There were two heavy black massage chairs for public use. "Why don't we sit on one of them chairs and wait for things to die down a little?"

"Can't we just keep walking?"

"And force me to watch all that cake wobble in my face? No, that's not going to help." He nodded his head towards the chair. "Come on. Just for a little bit. We've been walking all morning. My feet hurt. You can sit in my lap."

Gabe just wanted to move on and continue window shopping, but it looked like he was going to have to compromise. "Fine, so long as you get that thing soft."

Gabe just smiled. "I intend to."

Gabe hooked one arm around Quill and brought him over to one of the massage chairs. His paw laid on the front of Quill's hip, fingers rubbing into the pace directly next to his turgid cock. Quill meant to bat him away, but they arrived at the chair first. It was a thick, heavy piece of furniture covered in shiny black leather. Buttons were installed on one of the armrests, their markings chipped and faded from repeated use. Gabe plopped his butt down on the seat and sank into the cushion.

He let out a comforted sigh. "Ahhhh, this is nice." He looked up at Quill and patted his lap. "Come on. Why don't you take a load off?"

Quill rolled his eyes as he turned around and plopped down in Gabe's lap. He could feel the heat of Gabe's pecker through the multiple layers of fabric that separated them. Gabe's paw grabbed him by the stomach and pulled him down his lap. His butt pressed into his junk, a tower of dense flesh that pulsed between Quill's cheeks.

A million butterflies flew through Quill's stomach. An angry throb pushed his pecker into his shorts. Heat ran into his cheeks. "I don't see how this is going to get you any softer."

"Patience, Padawan. We're getting there."

"Fuck..." Quill huffed. "I'm so hot. I hate you so much right now."

Gabe kissed him on the cheek. "I hate you too. Now stay still while I whip my dick out."

Quill snapped his head around. "What?"

"Shhh. You heard me. I said we're gonna get my dick soft. What better way is there?"

"Any way is better than this!"

"Hush. You hissing like that's gonna make someone suspicious." He rubbed Quill's tummy and pulled him deeper into his lap so that his ass grinded on his solid horse pecker. "Just relax. I know you're dying to take care of yours too."

Indeed he was. The angry jut of Gabe's dick against his ass crack drove him wild. He glanced around the mall, teeth sunken into his lip. "How are we supposed to do anything? Someone's gonna see." Just then a woman passed by them. She was on her phone, carrying an armful of clothing bags. Quill watched her go before he spoke again. "I know you didn't bring any lube."

Gabe shook his head and tutted. "You underestimate me." Gabe snuck his fingers into his pocket and slid something out halfway. Quill recognized the tiny bottle of KY. "I always come prepared."

Quill didn't know whether to love or hate him for that, so he did a little of both. "How are you gonna put it on?"

"Under my hoodie. When it's on I'll take the hoodie off so we can cover ourselves better. Do me a favor and grind on me while I lube up. Keep a lookout too."

Quill pouted and began grinding. "This was your idea. You should be the one looking out."

"Shut up." Gabe pulled the bottle out of his pocket before quickly sinking his paw into his sleeve. He pulled it beneath his hoodie where his shirt still hugged his pillar. It was pulled off and hastily covered in a slick, translucent film of fruit-flavored oil. Gabe winced as he felt the pleasant tingle burn across his cockskin like it had been exposed to a cold wind. "Alright. It's on. Anyone watching?"

Quill was biting his lip. Gabe's cockveins pulsed against his butt, sending waves of arousal upon his loins. He had to gulp before speaking. "Ahh... No. Not that... Mmm... Not that I can see."

"Awesome." Gabe put a stop to the grinding with a firm grip on Quill's sides. He reached into his hoodie, grabbed his cock, and pulled it out of his shirt so that it leaned against the inside of the hoodie. He pulled the hoodie off his torso but left it around his cock. His lanky arms and trunk looked bizarre when juxtaposed with his monstrous member. "Alright. Pants down your ass. Just your ass. Come up and come down on me as fast as you can."

Quill scoffed. "Shut up. I know what I'm doing."

"Then do it, sissy boy."

Quill huffed. "Fuck you."

"Yeah, that's the idea."

Quill unbuttoned his shorts then stuck his thumbs into the waistline. After another quick check that no one was around, he pulled the backside of it down until his pompous green-and-white moon was exposed. As he lifted up Gabe pulled his hoodie along with him at the same speed. There was hardly a moment that his giant meat column was exposed before Quill sat on the summit, his vulnerable tailhole absorbing the full pressure.

A meager squeak came through his nose before he applied his weight. There was a rude squishing noise as the moistened meat slid between his haunches and distended his pucker. Such a process was normally long and arduous, and here Quill was trying to do it in just one go. More and more weight came down on Gabe until thoomp! The glans popped inside, gaping Quill to his absolute.

A shudder and a moan was shared between them both. Quill liked to let things simmer, but with nearly an entire foot of Gabe's ebony shaft still on display he couldn't waste any time. His body came down that hefty pole, swallowing it inch by inch until his butt was back in Gabe's lap.

Sharp huffs beat through his mouth. The recognizable look of delight made his eyes float in their sockets. "Huh... Huh... Oh..." His legs began to tremble. Between his shorts and his top there grew a mound of meat just behind Quill's navel. Gabe's cock was deep in his guts, insisting itself upon every part of his insides and squishing his boy buzzer to death. He clenched his floor muscle, squeezing Gabe's cock and letting loose a drop of precum into his underwear. "F-Fuck... Oh my God..."

Gabe was going through it too. He dug his fingers into Quill's sides, that barbarically tight ass choking him for his every throb and pang of joy. He slumped his head back on the chair, eyes closed, mouth open. A hearty sigh wafted towards the roof. "Fuck..."

Quill squirmed, knocking his most precious parts against Gabe's pole. Sharp inhales and bitten moans came through him at random. Delight rang through his entire trunk, making his legs jitter without control. That fluffy cat tail rattled in front of Gabe's stomach like a decapitated snake, again betraying the great flood of feelings that tore through him like a locomotive.

Gabe's paws migrated to Quill's stomach. There he found the knot that was his cock head. The tips of his fingers slid on and off of it, mixing the soft tummy flesh together and adding even more pressure on himself. Pleasure rang down his column and settled in his balls. One throb pumped out a bead of precum into the condom. "Fuck..." he whispered.

"Oh..." Quill had to fight the urge to bring himself back up Gabe's length and begin riding him. He was resigned to rolling his hips back and forth, enough to generate his own flow of sex juice that soddened the inside of his shorts. The tips of his fingers snuck into his pant legs and gripped them for dear life. Gabe massaging his tummy bulge added weight on his prostate, a great boon to his swooning pleasure. "Ohh..."

"Hush," grumbled Gabe. "Don't be too loud."

Quill chuckled softly. "Oh, now you're telling me to be quiet."

"Yeah. Mmf... Can't have you making any... Hah... -making any noise."

"Mmmmmmm... No promises. Hohhh..." Quill's head went into a list, his frizzy green hair spilling one way as his eyes floated aimlessly. He felt his muscles melting in the heat of his joy. Each pulse and pump of Gabe's cock was like an added punch to his delight. A group of people walked past them. They did not notice the shenanigans happening on the chair, but the mere threat that they could made Quill go wild. He trembled in Gabe's lap. "Mmmmm, Gabe..."

Gabe meant to tell him to be quiet, but could not speak beyond the paralyzing bliss that held his loins captive. A heaving sigh blew out of him, breathing hot air down the back of Quill's neck. "Fuck... Quill... Hahhhh... That's so good. Keep it up. I think I'm gonna-"

"Heeeeeeey!"

They were torn from their pleasures violently. Quill jerked in Gabe's lap, nearly cracking the man's pecker in half. Gabe just barely stopped him from jumping out of his lap, grabbing onto him out of reflex from hearing that voice call at them.

Quill saw who it was. Coming towards them was a tall, stocky skunk wearing a bomber jacket and some jeans. He was waving at them with a cup of soda in one paw. Shaggy white hair hung around his beaming blue eyes. A toothy smile lit up his face.

"Oh fuck, it's Zeke..." Quill mumbled.

"Shit!" Gabe looked over Quill's shoulder at him as he came up beside the massage chair. "Zeke! Hey man! How are- Ahem. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm just fine. Yourself? What are y'all up to? Gettin' a massage?" He sipped from his soda casually. Gabe's hoodie was bundled around Quill's lap and hips, concealing their naughty activity. If Zeke saw anything, he didn't react.

"Y-yeah," choked Gabe. "Something like that."

Zeke looked down at the remote buttons. "It isn't running. Did you turn it on?"

Gabe had totally forgotten about the controls. "Ahh... Yeah, earlier, we did. We're just... Mmm... We're just hanging out here."

Quill, meanwhile, was fighting for his life. His eyelid fluttered as his breath staggered and stuttered. He meant to say something to the burly skunk standing so close to him while there was a horse dick buried in his guts, but couldn't muster anything coherent or that wasn't a moan.

"How 'bout you, Quill?" Zeke asked. "You doin' alright? You're lookin' a little checked out."

Quill's eyes fluttered open. He managed a crooked smile. "Yeah! I'm... fine. How... Mmm... How are you?"

"Well, I'm doin' just fine. You look comfy."

"Y-yeah. Thanks. I... am..."

"Well good to hear! Hey, what's this?" He leaned over the chair's armrest, looming his enormous chest over the two lovers and bringing his face within a foot of Quill's cock-bloated tummy. "Looks like you got a little bump goin' on here! You pregnant or something?" Zeke brought his massive, baseball-mitt paw and rubbed the knot.

Both Quill and Gabe hissed in unison. Zeke was not gentle at all. His fingers caught every curve and edge of Gabe's semi-flared cock head. Zeke's fingers felt like a knife of pleasure, and he wasn't even touching it directly. Quill suffered the worst of it as the added pressure fell right on his boyspot, making his cock throb out another set of precum.

Zeke seemed oblivious to their suffering. "Damn! Didn't your momma teach you to chew your food?" He coiled his middle finger back on his thumb and gave the bulge a series of hard flicks. Thump! Thump! Thump! He ignored the two of them squirming and gasping and stood upright. "Well, you two enjoy y'all-selves. Hope I ain't interrupting anything."

"No..." grunted a suffering Gabe.

"Nnnnnn..." whimpered Quill.

"Alright! Good to hear. Tell you what, why don't I turn this on for you?" Before Gabe could stop him Zeke reached for the control buttons and hit the ON button. A few beeps later and the chair was whirring at the highest setting. Sharp vibrations rattled the two lovers, acting like a blowtorch to both their collective pleasure. Gabe slumped back in his seat with a groan. Quill's mouth fell into an O shape. A very bombastic squeal was hung on the entrance of his throat, ready to bellow out and let the whole mall know what was going on.

"Well, it was nice seein' you two," Zeke said. "Y'all get comfy and holler at me later if you wanna hang out. By the way, Quill, I've been meaning to ask you. You gotta Dixon?"

Through his expression of ecstasy Quill was able to forge a confused look. "D-Dixon? Wha-?"

Zeke split an evil grin. "You got Dixon your ass? 'Cause you sure are actin' like it." He shot a wink at them both. "You two lovebirds have fun. Try not to get caught, m'kay? Alright." Then he swung around and walked off, his fluffy skunk tail bobbing behind him gaily.

Quill and Gabe watched him as he went. "God... Such a... Hahhh... Such a dick..." Gabe grumbled.

Quill concurred, but could not express as much given the tidal wave of delight that had settled on him. His head lurched back as a severely restrained moan bubbled out of his throat. He fell back into Gabe, absorbing the vibration of the chair and the continued stretch of his insides. "Huhhh... Huhhh... Gabe..."

"Shhhh... Mmmm... I'm close..." Gabe started rubbing the bulge again, this time gripping it with his palm and stroking it all the way down to Quill's pelvis. His whole body clenched. "Ah shit! Mmmm... I'm cumming... Huhhhhh..."

Quill was not far behind. Just as a girly wail was ready to soar out of his mouth he bit it back by sinking his teeth into the sleeve of his hoodie. He was hung on the very edge of a devastating climax, though he could not make the final push. With the vibrating chair robbing him of his leg strength he couldn't grind anymore, reserving him to the steady grope and stroke of Gabe's paw on his dick-swollen gut.

Gabe, meanwhile, reached his limit. He smushed his face into Quill's shoulder. "Hnnnngghhhh!!!" Blasting out of his cock was a deluge of cum so vehement that it appeared at the apex of Quill's tummy in the form of a sudden bulge. The mighty burst of his cock muscle was enough to stretch the cat wrapped around it. Each spurt was a flood on its own, ballooning Quill's stomach into a sack of seed several times worse than his cock alone had.

By the time his orgasm faded he was but a shell of himself. He slumped back in the still-buzzing chair. Quill's jaws were still latched to his sleeve. Even through the ferocity of Gabe's ejaculation his body could not bring itself to do the same. He was close, but so dreadfully far. Years of being vehemently fucked by a giant horsecock numbed him to such meek attempts at climaxing.

Only when Gabe managed to get a hold on himself did he lift his face. His bangs were disheveled and his mouth was slack. He looked and felt wasted. "Shit... Holy shit... Hahhh... That was awesome... Hahhh..."

"Nnnnnnnnnn..." whimpered Quill, an expression of agreement.

Gabe squished his fingers into Quill's newly gained tummy pudge. The batter inside it slorshed rudely, making Quill shudder. As Gabe's paw came down to the shorts he noticed a conspicuous lack of wetness. "Did you cum?" he whispered.

Quill was on the verge. With his teeth still clamped on his jacket sleeve he shook his head. "Nnn-nnn..."

"Aw shit. After all that?"

Quill let the sleeve drop. His voice was dreadfully shrill and shaky. "I think... I think I'm too used to you fucking me..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, alright then. Let's do that."

"W-wait... How-?"

He couldn't finish asking before he felt himself being grabbed by the midriff. "Keep that thing clenched," Gabe whispered into his ear. "And get ready to pull up those shorts." He waited for the few folk walking around them to disperse before he finally gave Quill a heave.

Schhlllllllllllp!

Quill came up, that tower of brown meat being unveiled in a much softer ,more grime-ridden condition. The moment the head flopped free of Quill's backside he smothered it with his hoodie to keep it hidden. Quill, held up by only one of Gabe's paws, struggled to pull his shorts up. His bare, plump ass was on display for more than a second. Lube was splotched down the full length of his crack. A thickish tear of ivory cum drooled from his weakly closed pucker, threatening to stain Gabe's lap.

Gabe grabbed the shorts and jerked them up Quill's butt, a difficult task given the raw breadth of his cheeks. Once it was back in place he buttoned it up and let Quill slump back down into his lap. Quill's body was limp like a corpse. His balls were horrendously sore, protest over their denied climax.

"Come on," Gabe said after stuffing his wet dick back into his sweatpants. He patted Quill's shoulder. "Get up. Let's go to the bathroom."

"Ahh... Just give me a second..." Quill struggled to his feet. With Gabe's assisstance he was able to stand, albeit on the brink of collapsing with the weight of Gabe's orgasm hanging in his guts like an anvil.

Gabe stood up next to him, both arms around his battered comrade. "Over there," he said curtly. "The men's room."

Quill straightened himself out as best he could and began the short but difficult march towards the bathroom. He kept his tailhole clenched hard, desperate not to blow out an entire load down his leg. Powering him was the ache in his nuts, the radical demand to cum and be free of his blue balls.

Gabe herded him into the bathroom. Nobody was in it. Quill watched more than he experienced being rushed into one of the stalls where Gabe locked the door behind him. "You know the drill," Gabe said in a hushed but urgent voice. "Turn around and bend over."

Quill managed a dramatic roll of the eyes as he followed orders, facing the toilet and putting his paws on the wall right above it. "I really shouldn't have put this outfit on."

"No," Gabe said. "You shouldn't have."

Quill's shorts button was tugged open and jerked down his rump to his thighs. Out came his ass, that gnarly canyon of lube and cum glistening in the fluorescent light. With it was a smell both fruity and fleshy, pleasant as it was nauseating. Gabe's cock, not done softening from his previous climax, throbbed back to life. His sweatpants came down, letting that turgid limb swing free.

Gabe hoisted it up and dropped it on Quill's crack with a wet plap! He grabbed those broad cat hips and pulled back on them. "Come on," he said. "Get me hard again."

Quill bit his lip and purred. He did what came naturally, swinging his ass back on that burdensome pole so that it would fill with blood. The many veins stretched through it throbbed angrily, breathing life into its stiffness. Quill found himself growling as he put some severe effort into it. His loin were desperate for release, something he refused to hold off for any longer.

Gabe kneaded his buttocks and humped back on him. The playful bat of Quill's tail across his jaw was hot as hell, adding momentum to his growing erection. At last it stood at full attention over Quill's lower back, sawed between his glutes as the horny green kitty continued grinding on it.

Gabe put a stop to it with a forwards push on Quill's hips. "Alright. You ready?"

Quill glowered back at him over his shoulder. "You drag me in here, make me get your dick hard, then ask me if I'm ready? Just fuck me you, you big oaf."

Such insubordination almost made Gabe say no, but he was way too horny. "Shut up, slut." He took a whole step backwards to bring his cock flare down in line with Quill's slimy backdoor. Thanks to the remaining lube and his previous orgasm there was no need to go timidly. The moment his tip was pressed into the crater he pushed forward, dilating it to the full width of his flare.

Quill's head was thrown backwards. "Huhhh! Huhhh! Huhhh! Hu-!"

He was silenced by a beefy paw over his mouth. "Shut up. You don't want us to get caught, do you?" With one paw muffling Quill's song of joy and the other grabbing the midriff Gabe pushed onward, his huge brown pillar disappearing inside the quivering kitty until it was invisible. The bulge of his cock in Quill's tummy was padded over by a cistern of cum. The source, a pair of enormous orbs like coconuts, were pressed into Quill's thighs. "Nnnnnnnn, that's it."

Things got started with a sudden retreat and thrust. Plap! Only the top quadrant of his cock remained inside before he would slam it forward again, those giant cumtanks careening out behind his buttocks and then smashing into poor Quill. No need to take things slow any more. Quill wanted to cum, so Gabe was going to make him cum.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Quill's reaction was lost in the suppressor that was Gabe's palm. The slams from behind cut into his groans. "Hnnnnn-Nnnnnnn-Nnnnnn-nnnnnnn-!" His back was hung at an arch, eyes and head both rolled upwards as all mental faculties bled away under the heat of having his ass fucked so thoroughly. Waves rolled through the flesh of his thighs and buttocks. The sheer force unloaded on him threatened to blow out his back, flattening his spine like a telescope.

Through Gabe's paw his moans gained in pitch and volume, becoming something like a shrill caterwaul. A nuclear fallout of joy blew throughout his loins, throwing him into a violent fit of spasms that nearly ripped him out of Gabe's grasp. Amidst it all was the rip of cum through his underwear, darkening the shorts with a fat wet spot that grew with each spurt.

Meanwhile, Gabe was still fucking the daylights out of him. The effort made the muscles in his legs burn. His jaw clenched. A sweat broke out across his fur. The sudden clench of Quill's backside brought on by his orgasm was the catalyst that helped Gabe thunder towards his own. His face scrunched and with a last few set of heaves he too came his brains out.

"Hnnnnnnnnnggghhhhh~!" Hips thrown forward as far as they could go, he let out another round of hot, heavy man batter. It joined his previous load inside of Quill's stomach, adding another level of girth to his paunch. It grew in sync with the throb of Gabe's cock, ending in what could've been classified as a cumgut.

The two of them panted hard in the afterglow, Quill hardly being able to function or think. Gabe pulled out, his flaccid dick opening the floodgates on a deluge of his spunk which plopped on the tile floor below. Poor Quill collapsed to his knees, every muscle in his lower body set to a steady vibrate.

Gabe wasn't done with him. He spun Quill around and hoisted his limp dick at him. "Come on. Clean me up so we can get out of here."

There came no protest as Quill opened his mouth and went to work lapping up the mess they had made. Each swipe of the tongue collected a swathe of sex oil, both Gabe's and his own. Only when Gabe's dick was clean was he helped to his feet, that giant belly gurgling with its contents.

"How do you feel?" Gabe asked him.

Quill's listless, bloodshot eyes came over to meet Gabe's. He smacked his lips before mustering a weak whisper. "I hate you..."

Gabe smiled and kissed his cheek. "I hate you too."

THE END